Arthur looked down, his thick eyelashes shading his bloodshot eyes. "Keep investigating! Keep investigating until Lucy is found!"
"Got it!" Chad thought for a moment and patted him on the shoulder. "Arthur, don't be too worried. Five years ago, so many people died in the plane crash, but Lucy was fine. This proves that she's very lucky!"
He rarely saw Arthur like this. The first time was when Elyse died, and the second time was five years ago when Lucy's plane had crashed.
The third time was...the present moment.
Arthur pursed his lips tightly. He looked depressed and wished he could beat himself bloody.
Fiver years ago, he hadn't realized his feelings and couldn't keep her safe.
Five years later, after he knew what he really wanted, could he still not keep her safe?
"...Arthur, act
